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My Mom First Cheating

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September 11, 2015

Hello everybody my name is Nadeem and I like all the stories on topic of incest. Let me introduce my self to you. I am 23 and the only child of my parents. My mother is Shameem she is 46, She is not very flat, but a little bumpy. There is even a layer of fat which gathered all the sweat from her upper body. It is normal for Pakistani lady to have a layer of fat or two at her belly, which is very sexy at times. She wears a bra of 40d size and she has a big gand. My dad often stays away from house. The relations between my mom and dad are not even cordial. I had seen them fighting most of the time and at times dad would thrash mom severely. And the fighting would start from trivial things which could have been ignored easily. I rarely saw them in each others company.

One day I had just come from college and had gone to my room for changing when I heard dad shouting, mom replied in the same tone then I heard loud noise of a slap and some body falling. These were the moment I would just stay in my room coz I was very scared of my dad. I had always thought why mom could not keep her mouth shut. It was after she started shouting at dad when he would get more annoyed and beating would start. Most of the neighbors knew about our family affairs. But today it seemed something was special coz dad was very angry. Having mustered my courage I came out of the room to inquire and possibly try to save mom. But when I closed my parent’s room, mom was lying on the floor in a corner and dad had held her hair and pulling her to middle of the room where there was enough space for him to move and none for mom to hide. Suddenly I saw him giving 2-3 slaps on moms face and kicking her big ass. Mom was crying loudly. I was so scared that I immediately ran to my room. After sometime I heard dad saying that I am going for tour to other city and slammed the main door. I now knew dad had left. As I thought to go out and help mom I once again heard the door opening and then closing softly. I thought dad was back so I dropped the idea of going out, however, instead of dad’s loud voice I heard a familiar voice calling for mom.

I recognized the voice yeh hamarey neighbour Mr Shahid ki awaz thi, Mein nay do teen dafa daikha keh woh ami ko bohut kharab nazroan say daikhtey thay jaisey kha hi jain gay. I was curious as to why he has come. As mom was still in her bedroom, I heard the foot steps moving towards it. Then I heard him saying ooh, u r badly beaten, I also came out of the room and moved closer to the edge of mom’s bedroom. I actually wanted to see what Shahid uncle’s intentions are. I peeped in the room and I saw mom was still on the floor and seeing Shahid Uncle she was trying to cover herself. Her kameez was torn and I could see her bra from side. Shahid Uncle immediately came close to her and holding her by arms tried to raise her from floor. Mom was trying to cover herself and also to get up. Since she was fatty she could neither get up nor cover her self properly, at the same time. Shahid uncle helped her to get up; she was still crying and trying to cover herself up. I now knew what his intentions were he thought it to be the right moment to win mom’s sympathies. He took mom in his arms and started sympathizing with her. First mom held herself but later started crying loudly, who bhi shayed kisi hamdard ko paa kur zor zor say ro rahi thi. Mom’s eyes were shut and she was hiding her face in uncle’s chest. He had held mom tightly, and then started moving his hand on mom’s back. He kept feeling mom’s back and then moved to her hips. He stopped there probably to feel mom’s reaction but she was unaware of what was going on. Jub ami nay kuch nahin kiya to unhain pata chal giya keh moaka aacha hai, unhoan nay ami ki gaand pur haath phairna shuru kur diya. Shayed ami ko bhi undaza ho giya tha is liye who aahista aahista khamoash hona shuru ho gai, lakin uncle haath phairtey rahey, phir ami uncle say alag hoi to phati hoi kameez say ami ka bra nazar aana shuru ho giya, Uncle nay muskuratey huye kaha shameem lagta hai kameez kay sath bra bhi phut giya hai. Ami nay foran neechay daikha aur poocha kahan say to uncle nay ami ka bra pakaur kur bola side say aur poora muma dabaa diya. Shameem sharma kur foran toilet mein chali gai. I went to my room. I still don’t know why I did not intrude? May be I liked the way Shahid Uncle was sympathizing with mom or may be I liked the way he held mom and expressed his desire for her body. When I came out mom was sitting on the sofa and I came close to her and asked why she has to fight back. She said nothing just kept on sitting and thinking. I thought may be she is reliving the past moments with uncle.